To hell with a lot of foreplay, he thought, when she changed angles and deepened the kiss, her fingers digging desperately into his shoulders as her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist. They'd had a fucking month of that with all of their dancing around one another. He needed to bury his dick inside her and give them both release like a junkie needed a rush. But first he wanted just a little more of her mouth, because Christ she could kiss. He pinned her against the door with his hips, letting his hands fist wildly in her hair as he assaulted her lips.
Alisha knew that if she died tonight, this is the way she wanted to go. Her heart hammered loudly in her ears as his tongue slid down her throat and over her collarbone. His hand followed a similar path, before sneaking into her vest to palm her lace covered breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples into rock hard peaks. Arching from the exquisite sensation, she felt his length twitch between her thighs even through all that denim between them. He was hard as steel, and she wanted him inside of her. Immediately. "God, Big," she breathed, pulling at his t-shirt. "I want you." She felt his wicked smile against her throat and she unwrapped her legs from his waist, wriggling down until her feet hit the floor.
Big ripped off his shirt and set his fingers to undoing the buttons on her vest, letting it hang open. He watched her hands unbutton his jeans and ease the zipper down, lifting his eyes to her face and grinning wickedly at the look of surprise and aroused gasp when she discovered that he'd gone commando and his cock sprang free. She recovered quickly enough and began gliding silky fingers up and down his shaft. "Damn, Alisha," he bit out hoarsely, her fingers driving him crazy. Unfastening her jeans and yanking them down over her hips, he groaned when his eyes lit on the tiny postage stamp of red lace that served as gatekeeper to the Promised Land. "You're so fucking sexy," he said gruffly, cupping his hand over her mound, finding her completely soaked. "And wet—Jesus Christ." He captured her lips again, kissing her hard and swallowing her moan when he shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Her knees buckled, and her eyes rolled back when he scissored his fingers in her core. "Oh, God," she cried, tearing her lips away from his, gasping as the ball of heat began to tighten and coil low in her belly. She whimpered when he removed his fingers and opened her eyes to look hazily at him. He ran wet fingers over her mouth before bringing them to his lips and licking her arousal off.
Big groaned when the heady taste hit his tongue and he nearly came unglued when she slowly licked her lips. In her. Now. He cupped the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers once more while he reached blindly for a condom in his wallet. He broke the kiss and tore open the foil packet. "Hurry," she said breathlessly, running her hands across his abdomen. Rolling it into place, he grasped the backs of her thighs and hitched her up against the door, spreading her legs as wide as he could, seeing as her jeans were trapped at the knees because of her stupid boots. Reaching between their bodies, he shoved her thong out of the way and grabbed his cock, stroking the head of it at her entrance, making her suck in a breath in anticipation as he split her folds apart. His eyes lifted to hers, and he plunged inside, grunting at how fucking hot and tight she felt around him.
His hips snapped hard against hers, and she rolled to meet him thrust for thrust, creating a delicious friction between them. "So good," she panted, trying to take him deeper, "you feel so fucking good." She dropped open-mouthed kisses along his neck, her fingers grasping his shoulders tightly. "Big—deeper, please," she begged.
He slid nearly all the way out before slamming back in again, growling when he couldn't get as deep as he wanted because of her fucking jeans being in the fucking way. "Goddammit," he bit out, gripping her hips and thrusting as hard as he could. He pulled out and dropped her down to her feet, ignoring her whine of protest. Hooking his hands under her armpits, he hauled her up and carried her across the apartment, depositing her unceremoniously on the kitchen table.
Alisha shimmied her panties down over her hips and lay back, moaning when he dragged her to the edge of the table and threw both legs over one of his shoulders. He plowed himself fully back into her heat, snapping his hips frantically as his name tore from her lips. "Yes," she hissed, her hands groping for purchase on the table. "Harder!"
Blood thundered in his ears and he pushed her legs forward, driving himself higher and deeper within her walls. Her sounds were driving him wild and his release was dangerously close. He slipped his fingers over her clit and rubbed it hard as he continued railing her on the table. Her walls started to clench tightly around him, and his thrusts grew more powerful and frantic.
A stream of yeses and oh Gods poured from her mouth as the pressure inside her spiked and exploded, heat spreading throughout her entire body. "Big," she cried.
Two more thrusts were all it took before his own release took hold and his vision blurred as he came
